my name is Mosese and my class has been working on our Adventure story for the past few weeks.
Smoosh, smoosh went my feet as I ran through a puddle bare footed. I set up my tent beside bumpy rocks. I couldn't feel my feet. They were like ice blocks in a freezer. I hopped into my tent to rub my feet dry. Then I started to hear someone scratching on soaking-wet bark. I looked out my tent and saw a creepy, wrinkly old man. He was muttering, “Ooga Booga man is coming!” Then he disappeared into nowhere.
I jumped back into my tent but then I started getting goosebumps. Then I started hearing more footsteps. They were getting closer and closer. Could it be the Ooga Booga man for real?. I got my pocket knife out. I could feel sweat dripping down my face. Then sharp claws started to rip my tent open ……..and then
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